He cocks his head to the side. "What sort of thing is that?" he asks. "You just run up to people randomly sometimes? That's weird. Are you some kind of magic compass?" That seems like the kind of thing that would randomly seek people out, if anything would.

He scowls in the typewriter's direction again, folding his arms in a huff. "It's not a stupid reason! I was stolen, that wasn't even my fault!"